Sleeping Beneath
At evening light, a windy breeze
The sailor’s port was out of sight
The sky turned black o’re stormy seas
A windy breeze at evening light
‘Twas fifteen miles from Whitefish Bay
The pounding waves forbear their trials
While crashing on the deck they say
From Whitefish Bay, ‘twas fifteen miles
Like Cat O Nine it struck the bow
The sailors hear the sirens whine
With beads of sweat on sailors brow
It struck the bow like Cat O Nine
The sailors knew, about that time
The hungry sea would take the crew
They’d rest within her depths sublime
About that time, the sailors knew
The Edmund Fitzgerald, proudly sleeps
With dignity and pride unfurled
And loving arms the water keeps
Proudly sleeps, the Edmond Fitzgerald
Silver trophy winner
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and much love~ Desire~*~
